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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.