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 Burundi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
UT,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.