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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Faust,
ABC,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.