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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.