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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.