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 Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama 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?
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.