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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.