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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.