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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.