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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Delta 5,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.