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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Happenings,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.