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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.