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 Burundi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.