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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.