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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Durutti Column to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.