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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.