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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.