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 India and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Audionom to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.