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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.