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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.