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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Fear,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.