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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.