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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Qualms,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.