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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.