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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.