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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Chrome to the disco 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
UT,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.