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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.