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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Standells to the jazz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.