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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.