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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.