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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Television,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.