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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Hashim,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.