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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Index,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.