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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
UT,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.