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 Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 The Litter to the punk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.