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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.