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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.