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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Visage,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.