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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.