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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.