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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Franke,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.