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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.