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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.