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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.