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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Shoche,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.