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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.