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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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?
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.