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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
UT,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.