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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.