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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.