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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.