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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
CMW,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.