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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.