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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.