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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.