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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Residents to the techno 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.