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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.