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 Zimbabwe 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.