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 United States and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
The Names,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.