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 Yemen 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.