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 San Marino and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.