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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.