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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
ABC,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.