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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.