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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.