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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.