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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.