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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Can,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.