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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.