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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Wire,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.