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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.