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 Slovakia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.