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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Ossler,
June Days,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.