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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.