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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.