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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.