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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the rap 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
The Monks,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.