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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.