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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.