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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
UT,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.