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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.