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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 Pylon to the disco 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
MDC,
Technova,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.