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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.