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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.