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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.