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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.