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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
AZ,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.