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 Thailand 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Can,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.