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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.