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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
the Human League,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.