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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.