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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.