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 Tajikistan 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
cv313,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.