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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Oneida to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.