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 Sri Lanka 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 U.S. Maple to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.