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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.