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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.