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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
The Names,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.