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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.