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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.