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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.