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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.