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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.