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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
UT,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.