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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.