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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Television,
Gong,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.