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 France and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s.
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 The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.