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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
DNA,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.