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 Samoa 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.