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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 EPMD to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.