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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.