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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Oblivians,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.