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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Surgeon to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Japan,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Sparks,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.