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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.