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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.