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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.