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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Crime to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Niagra,
Television,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Yaz,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.