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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day 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 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Magma,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.