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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.