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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.