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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.