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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.