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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.