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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.