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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Desert Stars 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.