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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
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Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.