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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 oboe 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Ituana,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Mars,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.