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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.