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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Audionom,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.