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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the rock 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd 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?
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.