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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.