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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.