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 China and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 B.T. Express to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.