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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.