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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.