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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.