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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.