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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.