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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.