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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.