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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Technova,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.