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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nas to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.