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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Index,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.