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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Can,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.