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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Ituana,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.