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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
The Names,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.