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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.