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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.