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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.