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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope 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?
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.