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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.