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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.