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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.