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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Yellowson to the rock 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.