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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.