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 Sierra Leone 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Lower 48,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.