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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers 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?
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.