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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.