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 Canada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.