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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.