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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the jazz 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.