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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Scion,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.