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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.