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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.