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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.