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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Smoke to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.