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 Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.