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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.