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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.