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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Mars,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.