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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.