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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Wings,
Hoover,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.