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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.