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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.