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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.