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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.