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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.