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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.