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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.