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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.