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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.