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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters 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?
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.