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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.