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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 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 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Pole,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.