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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.