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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Model 500,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.