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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
X-102,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.