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 France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.