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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.