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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Can,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.