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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Wire,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.