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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.