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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.