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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 F. McDonald to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.