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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.