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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
the Normal,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.