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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.