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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.