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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
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 sitar 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.