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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.