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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.