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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.