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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 to the grunge 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.