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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Last Poets to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.