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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.