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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.