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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 David McCallum to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.