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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.