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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
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.