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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.