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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the techno 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.