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 Iran 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.