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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.