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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.