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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.