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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.