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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
John Holt,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.