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 India and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.