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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.