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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.