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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Wake to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.