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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fugs to the disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.