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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
UT,
The Slits,
Nico,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.