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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
The Names,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.