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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.