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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.