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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.