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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.