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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.