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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Hashim,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.