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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
The Evens,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.