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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.