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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.