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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.