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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.