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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.