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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
UT,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.