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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.