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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.