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 London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 chamberlin 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.