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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Monolake,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.