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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.