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 Yemen 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.