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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.