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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Selecter to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.