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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the techno 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.