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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
New Order,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.