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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.