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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.