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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.