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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.