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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.