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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.