Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.