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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.