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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.