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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.