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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.