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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s 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 Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Scion,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.