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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.