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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
CMW,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.