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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.