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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Pole,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.