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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.