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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Hoover 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.