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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.