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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.