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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.