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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.