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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s.
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 Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.