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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.