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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Black Pus to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
The Index,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.