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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Funky Four + One 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.