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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.