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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.