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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
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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.