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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.