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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Scion,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.