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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.