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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A 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 punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.