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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.