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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.