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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the dance 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
the Association,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.