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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rap 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.