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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.