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 Tonga and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.