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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.