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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Symarip,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
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.