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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.