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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Cluster,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.