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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.