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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.