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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the funk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.