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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
MC5,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.