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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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?
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.