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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.