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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
New Order,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.