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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.