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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.