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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.