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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.