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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.