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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fugs 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.