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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
the Normal,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.