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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.