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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
CMW,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.