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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
The Index,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.