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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.