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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.