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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Monks,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
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.