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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Unwound,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.