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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
PIL,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.