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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Can,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.