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 France and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.