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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.