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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.