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 China and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.