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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.