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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Technova,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.