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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.