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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.