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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
MC5,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.