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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
X-102,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.