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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Five Americans to the rock 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.