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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Associates,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.