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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.