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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the grunge 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.