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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.