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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.