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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Monks,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.