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 Philippines and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.