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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.