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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.