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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.