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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.