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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Pagans,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
JFA,
the Association,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.