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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.