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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Scientists,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.