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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Fortunes 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.