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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.