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 Mauritius 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.