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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.