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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
the Swans,
AZ,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.