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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.