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 Ivory Coast 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.