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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.