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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.