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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.