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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Leaves to the rap 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Ituana,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.