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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.