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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Organ,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.