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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.