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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.