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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.