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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Black Dice to the punk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
10cc,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.