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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.