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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Scion,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.