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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
ABC,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.