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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.