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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.