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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
The Evens,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.