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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.