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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Scion,
John Cale,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.