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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.