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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.