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 Bulgaria 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Association to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Audionom,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Nico,
AZ,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.