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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.