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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.