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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.