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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.