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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.