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 Kenya 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.