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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.