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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.