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 Somalia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.