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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.