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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.