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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
The Slits,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
The Monks,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.