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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.