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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.