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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.