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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.