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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.