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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Ituana to the techno 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.