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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.