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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blues Magoos to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.