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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.