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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.