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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.