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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 clarinet 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.