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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.