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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.