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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.