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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.