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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.