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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Dual Sessions 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.