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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.