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 France and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Eddi Front to the grunge 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.