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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.