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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.