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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.