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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.