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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.