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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.