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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.