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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
DNA,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.