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 Zambia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.