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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Franke,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.