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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.