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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.