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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 theremin 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 CMW to the crunk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.