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 Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.