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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.