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 United States and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.