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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.