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 Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 snare 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 Lungfish to the rock 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.