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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.