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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Nas,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.