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 China and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Rapeman to the rap 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.