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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.