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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.