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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Japan,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.