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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.