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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
MC5,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.