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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.