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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.