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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.