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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.