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 France 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
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.