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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Gong,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.