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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.