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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.