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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.