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 Korea South 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.