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 Swaziland 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Organ to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Swans,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.