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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
ABC,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.