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 France and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.