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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.