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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.