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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.