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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.