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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.