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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Nas,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.