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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Association to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Crime,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.