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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.