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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.