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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.