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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.