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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.