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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.