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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.