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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.