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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.