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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
The Slits,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.