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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.