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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Skatalites to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.