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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.