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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.