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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.