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 Rwanda 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.