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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.