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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 Lou Reed 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 Organ to the crunk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.