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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Fear,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Television,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.