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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Skatalites to the grime 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.