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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.