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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.