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 Morocco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.