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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Brick to the disco 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.