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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Nas,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.