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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.