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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.