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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.