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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.