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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.