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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.