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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Pole,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.