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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
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,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.