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 Russia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Television,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.