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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.