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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Zeros to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.