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 Egypt 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.