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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.