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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.