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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.