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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.