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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.