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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.