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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.