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 India and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.