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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.