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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
cv313,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.