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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.