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 Syria 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.