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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.