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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.