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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
The Saints,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
the Association,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.