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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.