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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.