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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Skarface,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.