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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.