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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.