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 France and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.