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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Index,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.