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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
the Slits,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.