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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.