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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.