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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.