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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.