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 Niger and from Portland.
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 Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Franke,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.