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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.