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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.