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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.